Three weeks is all it took before Booked For The Week patron saint Gene Wolfe got mentioned again.
It’s like you never left.
This week, it’s Inkle’s Jon Ingold!
Mind if we have a nose at your bookshelf?
Most recently, and most likely to get finished, is A Gun For Sale by Graham Greene.
I do keep trying, though.
The Last Murder At The End Of the World, by Stuart Turton.
He’s more like Indiana Jones than Sherlock Holmes.
I don’t think I’ve seen anyone quite nail it.
Or else, Don Quixote, which is legitimately hilarious.
Something to ponder until next week’s failure of an every-book-namer, then.
